Anger

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An emotion that was my comfort

It was my favorite drink

With enough consumption, I was slowly killing myself

I was robbing myself of peace and happiness

I’ve often felt astonished, by the consistency of not being able to control my anger

The anger that runs in me ran like the New York metro train; it comes and goes so quick, and it ran often

The anger that fueled me made me feel as If I were an active volcano ready to erupt, burning everyone around me who dare come close

With a manifold of tiny fire emotional outbursts; I was slowly burning

When I do erupt, it becomes destructive and inevitable

Like an earthquake, the timing of these outbursts will always be unknown and can be ranged from a minuscule shake to an enormous shake

Not knowing if everything would be collapsed or if it’s just a dent

Once it is collapsed, it becomes more challenging to start anew again

But it’s worth it to start again, for the outcome always changes

With each outcome, love and clarity are present

That’s where growth happens, for the mind, body, and soul.

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Nicki N.

Nicki N.

Creative writer🖋 Poems , deep thoughts ☁️, and short stories ✨